I have nothing but my sorrow... And I want nothing more.
It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours...
When my soul crushed the depths of my heart,
It was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you,
Because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it:
Your beauty lies in the force of your being.
You are like those who never left
The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved:
Because I know that on the day of my final agony,
You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow,
So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.

+rep goy rapist

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